The first time was to be my last.
The first time was to come by and away it goes past.
But then I tasted the sweet in the crevices and the cracks;
And I have lost all haste to leave thus fast.
The first was to only be but the first;
Until I tasted more of its sweets.
Now it has had me mellow and my craving thirst has bid me to follow.
With nowhere to go I am an obliged fellow;
I have lost all counts and can’t keep score.
I am livid though I ask for more and more.
I will love to go back to where I came from.
Contrary, here I am, held against my will to the sweets of this world.
The first time was a wish;
The second was a charm;
The third meant no harm, but here I am, I have been bewitched.
And it seems there’s nowhere to go.